[WELL. THE AWESOME MORE THAN MADE UP FOR IT. *___*]
If you cannot endure the loss of a single 'friend', how can you hope to survive, let alone succeed, in the real world?
His ancestor was right; the time for purely emotional indulgences had passed and he needed to focus on ways to solve his problems. To make sure that what had happened with Clark didn't repeat itself with someone else. And he couldn't do that if he allowed his emotions to control him like this. It took a moment and more effort than he would have liked, but Brainiac 5 was able to regain control over himself and brush aside the specks of dampness caught in his lashes before addressing Peter again.
"No, you're- You're right," he said shakily. "I need to find a way to deal with the- my problem. I owe him that much. And I won't be able to do that if I'm constantly..."
His throat constricted and Brainiac 5 forced himself to swallow, his mouth twisting sourly. "Losing control of myself. I need to be able to focus, to think..." His eyes flicked to his notes again and a determined look settled over his face.
"But I will come up with something." Despite being in a completely different time and body, he was still a twelfth-level intellect and a Legionnaire. And it was past time he found a way to prove that Brainiac 5 was not someone to be trifled with by any means.
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If you cannot endure the loss of a single 'friend', how can you hope to survive, let alone succeed, in the real world?
His ancestor was right; the time for purely emotional indulgences had passed and he needed to focus on ways to solve his problems. To make sure that what had happened with Clark didn't repeat itself with someone else. And he couldn't do that if he allowed his emotions to control him like this. It took a moment and more effort than he would have liked, but Brainiac 5 was able to regain control over himself and brush aside the specks of dampness caught in his lashes before addressing Peter again.
"No, you're- You're right," he said shakily. "I need to find a way to deal with the- my problem. I owe him that much. And I won't be able to do that if I'm constantly..."
His throat constricted and Brainiac 5 forced himself to swallow, his mouth twisting sourly. "Losing control of myself. I need to be able to focus, to think..." His eyes flicked to his notes again and a determined look settled over his face.
"But I will come up with something." Despite being in a completely different time and body, he was still a twelfth-level intellect and a Legionnaire. And it was past time he found a way to prove that Brainiac 5 was not someone to be trifled with by any means.